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Then I started forcing myself to clean. I would clean and scrub down the refrigerator and the vegetable and fruit crisper compartments over and over again. I would convince myself that tiny pieces of green lettuce were stuck in between the shelves and behind the crisper where I could not reach. All that I could think about and see were tiny and stuck pieces of lettuce, and that was making my cleaning job a failure. Sergeant would show me a visual flash card of the stuck lettuce and it said, “FAILED!” The lettuce would be another fine example of my deep imperfection and negligence.

My cleaning might have made the house look great, but on the inside it was hell.